Oh those amber eyes! 
Gets me through even the darkest day, 
Just like a dark layer of sun
Over a bright brown hay. 
Those remind me 
Of most beautiful girl’s hair cascade, 
Filled with a river of love as mainstay.
Can’t forget to watch them 
Even as the clock ticks, 
Below the sun they shone 
Slowly as he day rips. 
In the mirth of mystery
They want me to swoon
Even Satan would behold 
Beauty of those Amber moons.
          
 
By Advikaa Khobragade, 
   Dharampeth Science College